I’ve spoken about the things I’ve seen, that I’ve photographed. And about the things I’ve liked. Things that seem to be simpler and simpler. Albert Villena I’ve shared personal moments, special moments. Magical instants that are many times overlooked because of a hectic pace of life. It is the little things, simple things, that move us most deeply. Anabel Garcia Lara Without music, life would be a mistake. Nietzsche said it and I totally agree. Music makes us laugh,

“MERDE” (Shit) · Visual Poetry by Cuca Canals Cuca Canals holds a degree in Advertising and Public Relations from the Universitat Autònoma in Bellaterra (Barcelona). She worked in advertising until 1992, winning the most important international awards in the film festivals of Cannes (winner of the Grand Prix), New York, San Sebastián and Brussels. Furthermore, she is the only woman in Spain to have won the c de c de Honor awarded by the Club de Creativos. In 1988 she met the film d

It seems like just yesterday, but we launched Antic Garatge 3 years ago. Many of you were able to come to our opening party, while others have gotten to know us over this period. We had a great time that day and we’ve continued to have a fabulous time over this entire period, but there’s a time for everything, and now that we’re 3 years old we think it’s time to take a break. We don’t know if it’s going to last a few days, a few months or even a few years… but now we want to rest. We’ll probably

This is not Arles’ “Les rencontres de la photographie”, this is not Barcelona’s “DOCfield”, and nor is this Perpignan’s “Visa pour l’image”… 30 minutes away from Barcelona, 20 minutes from Terrassa and Sabadell and 10 minutes from Sant Cugat, Rubí is an industrial city with 75,000 inhabitants where there is almost no trace of the old town, a centre for agriculture in the region, with just 7,000 inhabitants in the mid-20th century. It was also a long time ago that the city

These three years I have been writing at Antic Garatge, I have had to work hard. Perhaps because I find it easy talking or expressing myself out loud. However, when it comes to writing, I feel a burden, I find it complicated. What I find burdensome is to put into words, what out-loud would be otherwise easy to express. For this reason when I cannot completely express what I would when speaking, I change the register into photography. Photography is for some like a diary or a report; for some oth

Presuntos Implicados sang “Como hemos cambiado” (How we’ve changed) in 1991. I admit I still listen to it once in a while, although I can’t relate to the words. 24 posts on L’Antic Garatge have gone by since 2013 and you could say that, in our immediate surroundings, there are things that have changed. Where things haven’t changed is in the habitat that surrounds the miserable urban tribe that a segment of our politicians have become. They have also been able to sur

It’s not necessary for me to tell you that I love you because you already know. It’s not necessary for me to tell you that I desire you because you can feel it every time I look at you. It’s not necessary for me to tell you I miss you because I’ve already told you so many times. It’s not necessary… But I want to tell you. Autumn is coming. I know. I can tell by the smell of the trees in the forest. Summer is coming to an end. A summer that has put a bit more distance betw

Can you leave this notebook blank? Aren’t you drawn to the idea of starting to flip the pages in search of a message? And, after seeing that it is really completely blank, would you make it your own? Maybe you see too many pages, too much work. It’s a way to kill time; someone has to do it. A world without writing is a sad, uneducated world without learning. It takes a massive push to get started and even more to share. Some prefer to write for themselves: a personal journal, an anon

I’d been thinking it for days; in the end someone would rent the apartment in back. I had always found it strange. Ever since I moved into mine, that apartment had been empty more than it had been occupied. At least as far as I knew. I came to the complex two summers ago now. In fact, it was already well into summer. And, the way things go, I’d never made it to the viewpoint. It’s true, it was supposed to be a beautiful spot but, one thing or another, I hadn’t done it. It